Dimensional Descent

Rotsan's shock reached an untold level. He was certain that he had done enough to block Leonel, whether that be his laser or the subsequent attack. But, he had somehow lost his arm.

That should have been impossible! His laser was a hidden measure and carried the impact of a Tier 9 expert, not to mention a speed that dwarfed even a Quasi Sixth Dimensional existence.

To make matters worse, his strike should have been more than enough to deal with a Tier 1 expert like Leonel who had only grasped the Four Seasons Realm. But, to his shock, not only was Leonel's Four Seasons Realm far more powerful than any Rotsan had ever come across before, but his Winter Artistic Conception was actually able to corrode his Force.

The result was the Force Rotsan prepared as a counter being rendered useless and his arm flying off as a result.

To Rotsan's horror, Leonel's assault didn't come to an end, nor did Noah take even a step back. Their oppressive auras rose in unison, burying Rotsan's own beneath their might.

Rotsan dove to the side, running from Leonel's blade and trying to slip Noah's in such a way that the two Princes would be forced to clash.

However, it was right at that moment that a new oppression descended.

Leonel's gaze was cold, the pale violet hues of his irises dancing with a darker and darker light.

He held out his silver dual bladed spear, the air around it trembling.

Leonel had had this spear in his possession for a very long time. But, he had never been able to use its Domain. Every attempt he made resulted in the spear fighting back, its disdain for him being almost palpable. However, things were different now.

A buzzing sound appeared from thin air, the spear continuing to tremble.

"Duality."

Leonel and Noah's speeds suddenly broke through a barrier. Realizing the change, Noah no longer hesitated, his body weight increasing explosively as a sheen of diamond coated his skin. His saber doubled in size as he swung down.

for some reason he found that his

The percentage of his speed he lost was exactly how much Leonel and

was something he had been doing all his life. He realized then that there was no way this was a

three grew heated, Rotsan throwing out everything he had to survive. But, the delicate instruments of his Radix Cube had been destroyed by Leonel

from the very beginning, driving him into a corner from the start and ensuring that he never got to use his full strength as a Quasi

were calculated to an extreme. Rotsan wanted to shout this out at the top of his lungs, to warn his brother and the others

…

of a Sixth Dimensional existence threatening to shatter the space around him. The

"Head, I will go!"

Radix family. He knew that if the Head could go, he already would have. Unfortunately, even though the junior starship seemed to be hovering just above the planet, the reality was that they were literally a world away. Crossing into a Fifth Dimensional Fold of Reality took a lot out of a Sixth Dimensional existence. By the time he

"Go!" Avarone practically growled.

…

and bloodied, barely using the reserves of his strength to hold on. But, it was very quickly becoming apparent that he wouldn't be able to hold

watched on coldly, a pride blooming in their hearts as

they were weak? That

only seemed to grow thicker while the emerald of Noah's

saber doubled

was

all out

body, causing his skin to quickly turned metallic, all sorts of hidden gadgets within his body piercing outside and coating him from head to toe. But, if this

his back, his spear arching upward and taking with it Rotsan's other arm just as it rose up to block Noah's

expression became ferocious, his teeth becoming bronzed as he bit down toward the blade. But, Noah's wrist shifted, hacking

metal resounded, Noah's saber getting

and fluid oil falling out from him. Even nearing his death, he had no idea how Leonel had rendered so many of his abilities so